Bernard Henrie

Today Is My Birthday, Not June 17 - Poem by Bernard Henrie

The parrot
is upside down and drunk
on three ounces of champagne.

The coffee table littered
with travel brochures,
Algeciras, Spain. The Gibraltar
gap to Casablanca.

I will travel alone once more,
but not on June 15 as the card
from my office says.

I will mount a canvas travel
chair on a clipper boat's deck,
a Florentine iris closed over
the empty disc of my heart.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, March 11, 2013

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